The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 13, Section 5, Robyn & Kimju and Kimju & Molly: Hazing & Game (Day 9), Tiffany & Robyn: Pee-Cam Piss Mouth Feed Prefecture ¶ Robyn heads down the hallway. She looks into the Bedroom and sees that the Desktop shows Tiffany live and that Tiffany’s two Garments hang on a back hook. She proceeds down the hallway to the entrance into the Bathroom. ¶ There are no hiding places inside the Bathroom. Robyn rolls her toes on the raised curb that separates the Bathroom from the hall and prevents any slosh. Tiffany remains sequestered in the Bathroom. She rises to her feet, and Robyn looks in and ambles toward the entrance. ¶ “You’re welcome to step in,” Tiffany offers. ¶ Robyn takes a step back and looks Tiffany over. “You smell. What happened to you?” ¶ What happened to me? I’m punished for not remembering everything I know I’ve had to run through scr atchy bushes and eat soap, and now I have to piss on myself.” It’s hard not to fess up to, since the smell is indicative and the tile floor has puddles. ¶ “Piss in your Mouth,” Robyn clarifies. “I know your type. Media whore. Anything for attention.You got scra tched up because you pretended you didn’t know Janet. And you ate soap because you didn’t tell BB about the Alumni Reprise. What this time?” ¶ Tiffany bats her eyes. “Apparently Kimju and Molly recollect that Janet and I climaxed the Double Dong. And this makes Babs jealous.” ¶ “Poor Boss Bitch when a Dong needs a buff bodacious banshee astride,” Robyn mocks, then projects, “I bet you and Janet made Piss Mouth together at the Nugget last Term.” ¶ “Not quite,” Tiffany clarifies. “Janet poured the shots; I tossed them. Apparently Janet apparently told Babs only a part of the story.” ¶ Robyn snorts, “Too bad. I’m sure the Bitch probably owes Janet, and she’d better hope Steph keeps her mouth shut.” ¶ Tiffany advises, “You should speak respectfully of Boss Babe.” ¶ Robyn curls her nose. “Boss Bitch perhaps. Look at me. What do you see that’s new? Shoulder straps. You told me my eyelets entitled me to them, so today I demanded BB give them to me, and she fessed right up.” ¶ Tiffany charms, “You’re courageous!” ¶ Robyn agrees, “Listen, Boss Bitch still has more tan lines than I do, but only one more. She used to lead me seven to four, counting my buttonhole. Now that I’ve got shoulder straps it’s seven to six. I’m gaining! And besides, I’m not making… what do you call it?” ¶ Tiffany smiles. “Bling.” ¶ “I like that.” Robyn smiles. “You’re okay sometimes. And it’s not like I didn’t know you were up here. You’re on the Screen in the Dining Room and on Babs’ Desktop, to say the least. I saw you to pull your tail trough wide apart and showcase the tattoo surrounding your tailpipe. You really are a tawdry triple torque.” ¶ Naked Tiffany dances lightly on bare, albeit damp, feet. “Robyn my dear, the Cam stays on me all the time. It takes me from every angle.” ¶ Tiffany turns to face the Cam, hovering behind her and transmitting the proceedings… or not. Tiffany speaks to the Cam as if she addresses Monitor Babs. “Ma’am, thank you for letting me perform on the Pee-Cam, Ma’am.” Tiffany wipes her mouth and crotch with opposite fists. “Ma’am, please watch me, Ma’am. Please push my feeds out, and not just to the Dining Room, Kitchen, Bunkroom, and your Desktop. Please broadcast my piss-soaked body out to the all the Houses at School. To the Nugget, the Spunk Pit, Flesh Ranch. To the entire Prefecture.” ¶ Tiffany turns back to Robyn. “How about that, Pledge? Care to join me? I’m bringing Prefecture traffic to the Cosmos House. I’ll teach you how.” ¶ Robyn angles her eyes. “You don’t have anything worth getting my feet wet for. Let alone tracking your pee into the Bunkroom. Tell me, Pledge, how come you don’t wash yourself?” ¶ Tiffany raises an eyebrow. “I did at first, and I drank a whole lot of water. But then, no more running water. But I am cleaning up after myself, if you know what I mean.” ¶ Robyn doesn’t quite know what Tiffany means. Robyn scans the Bathroom interior: a shower with no stall, a toilet, a bidet, a bathtub, and a floor drain. Robyn offers condolences. “Maybe Molly can visit and bring the Watering Can. Or maybe you can beg that all the drains get turned off.” ¶ “You’re welcome to come in and use the facilities,” Tiffany says. ¶ “I’m welcome to come in and piss in your mouth,” Robyn asserts. ¶ “Ma’am, may it please you, Ma’am,” Tiffany uptakes ¶ Robyn licks her lips. “No, thank you. You’ll just have to piss in your own mouth. Maybe now. Maybe forever.” ¶ Tiffany retreats from the doorway. {Who needs Robyn anyway?} ¶ Robyn hurls an insult. “You need to get back to Whoring, but until then Gamers shall still condition you to {desire} Slavesex so you can get bondage fucked and forc e climaxed. Full 24x7, not just during a daily Whore shift.” ¶ Tiffany smiles. “Really? Robyn, never underestimate the power of ignorance. Sometimes what